Truth that Lies

Sadness covers me like a harsh blanket. Despite my tedious care, my lovely flower is beginning to wilt. Oh, the time I spent on it and yet, my poor beautiful flower will soon join in the same fate as its ancestors. I swear I was careful; I fed and watered my dear very generously. Was I too generous? Was I not enough? Did I feed it wrong?  Maybe I could've given it new soil. Maybe I could've given it a less desolate home. Was it lonely? I didn't even consider that. Oh! I must have done something wrong for my flower to leave me like this. 

I stand up, slowly, carefully, I can't crush it now. If it wishes to wilt, I will let it, but I will care for it until its final days. I will, at the very least, make sure my lovely blossom is very happy as it goes to rest. I swear, I won't mess up in the final days.

For now, I must return home. It's a temporary home but it is a home. One that was gifted to me by someone in the neighboring city. These people, this family, they're great allies recently as the city has gifted many homes to my forested town in our time of need. I'm grateful for them, I am. We all are. 

My housemates, they've kept me fed and cared for, occasionally, they've gone out to hopefully find more signs of life. Find more flowers, nature, they've gone out several days at a time and so generous they are, they've gone in the rain as well.

Sometimes, I go with them. I like to check on my flower. I tell it all kinds of stories. I tell it how soon it will have friends other than me, friends more like itself. I thought that would make it happy, I guess not. Maybe, it sensed the uncertainty in my voice and didn't feel confident like I'd hoped it would. I must have scared it..

"Hey, .̴̣̿-̶̧̈.̸͕̌.̸̩͝ ̶̺̋.̶̟̀.̵̈�" ̸̺̇-̸̯̽-̶̖̓.̸̺̎ ̶�'̰.̶͇̂.̵̭̋.̵̩͐.̴̖̿ ̶͍̍-̶̞̉ ̴̨̂-̵̜̈.̷̻́.̷̝̚.̵̡̆ ̷̢͌.̶�"̣.̷̟̉-̴̯͂ ̶̦̉.̸̳͂-̴͕̾.̶̖͠.̶̬̐ ̴�'̣-̴̧̈́.̵̣̐.̵̯̏.̷̫̆, it's time to head home. The weather isn't being kind. Say goodbye to your friend. Here's a blanket to cover it, it might snow soon." The mother of the home that sheltered me brings to me a blanket and takes me back almost before I could properly cover my flower. The weather must be very unkind right now with them rushing me so much. I should find something to cove my flower properly during these times, something with less risk. 

"Let's get going, come on!" 

"Coming!" I'm broken from my thoughts with the tug at my arm and the anxious voice of the eldest child. I hope my flower survives this. 

A dome! I could bring a dome and cover the blanket over it! As soon as the snowfall ends, we're off to the markets to get ahold of something to help protect my flower. So generous my house mates are to allow me to drag them out like this. All of this for my dear flower, I'd do anything. Even in such cold and weather, even during the rain. 

Dare I venture out at night? Someone will happily accompany me in my night quests. These people, my flower, oh the luck I acquired after such a blaring event. 

Sometimes, they hardly rest for my sake. I'm putting them through so much and yet they continue as though it were the first day I met them. For me, they do this for me. I do this for my flower. But they tire for me, merely me.  Sometimes the thought of it hurts. How could they do this for me when I've been so selfish, not thinking twice before requesting another ridiculous request? 

Some days, I view myself useless. I can't work, I'm bad with socializing in this new city. They say there's a team working on building us, me and the forest dwellers, a new home. A new town.. 
 But.. I can't help. They do so much for me, I hope to repay them, but I can't help right now. 

Someday, someday they'll get everything they deserve. 

Author's Note

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